The juvenile In a time where the night is so cold The juvenile Has the key to the end The juvenile in the end That is why we are here The road will
send warmth To send warmth Perhaps I set you too free Too fast Too young But the intentions were pure But the intentions were pure [x3] My juvenile
Chorus Ay,ay,juvenile--with the black inheritance be satisfied Ay,ay,ay,Ethiopian child,ow,--yeah boy yuh mus' be wise Ay,ay,ay,juvenile--with
Y'all think broke look cool, man Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it,
Sing it for 'em Pleasure P Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now gotta get gotta get my hands on you and by the way that she told
See Im?a show ya how ta break it down They changed and they forced ta face it now Fake niggaz spreadin like vapors now Think dey hard cause dey made a
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back Bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back,
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz
Hoes say I am mean, I never give 'em a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance Shake that ass 'im If you trying to get to Juvenile pass
I'm driving you Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
C'mon C'mon I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black
Whoa, c'mon, whoa Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible] Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P He gotta be in too much '
Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan' score an ounce I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount Boy I can't front you nuttin' but I respect
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Bitches is pulling out they best suits Gangstas is getting dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test
Uh, uh, uh I took my first break in seventy-five I tell the story like yesterday when [Incomprehensible] was alive Didn't do shit with my brothers without
Now I don't know why you be actin' all shady I only want to hit, not make you my old lady So don't be tellin' me nothin' about no babies You tryin' to
